The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The train cuts through the fog like a hot knife through cold butter. You feel the vibration in your teeth before you see the station. It is not a station of stone and mortar, but of glass and suspended dust, floating in a void that hums with a low, industrial thrum. You step off the carriage, your boots heavy on the platform, which is made of polished obsidian. In your hands, you carry the...

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